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Post by littlekreen on Jul 28, 2019 11:47:47 GMT -6
Four-many moved Kathra's face as the thunderheads started once more. The face squirmed as began to lose definition as the concordance re-asserted itself.
Somewhere between Kathra and the flat dusty voice it answered, "Understood. We did not intend the unwanted action. Our concordance will re-establish shortly. We will wait until you are ready to embark as nearby barricades are still intact. Most Jinhai approaching this location have already arrived."
Four many quietly followed behind wherever she would lead. Though it quietly observed an inner Almanac that described what its other selves were doing. Thus hand in the air as if reading a large tome flipped airy pages. A pair of its spark eyes or the ones attached to its back minding her movement.
There were spark eyes emerging from doorways and closets as they poured through ventilation ducts and service tunnels. Swords dragged behind them for the most part. Others arrive festooned with a dozen off-silver swords sticking out of their body as many flaring stalks sticking out of their backs.
A few disgorged supplies scooped up along the way. Mostly used medical supplies with curiously identical bullet holes in the metal tins. Another a pincushion of mostly-depleted energy packs. A clip joined the flotsam by bobbing to its leathery surface where another sailed over then sank. Three clips glowed their LED indicating a full charge.
Others engaged in more meaty subjects inspected a Guardsman lying on the floor. In bad shape and not that mobile they'd removed bandages showing a missing eye. The guard weakly yelped every so often by probing fingers still deciding what to replace.
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Post by Zaria on Jul 28, 2019 14:57:45 GMT -6
Seing it changing voice to previous one, at least partly was...calming. I mean it's less worrying to walk with Jinhai, that as it's own voice, instead of mine.
Four many followed Kathra, while she tended to the more... troublesome cases of the wounded. One such case was a man with internal bleeding, who they tried to stabilise for a while now.
"I don't want to know how it happened... - she commented, while using the rest of what was left of her focus to heal him as much as possible."
Too many wounded, there simply is too many needing my attention at this point. I dislike the thought, but... some will die no matter what. I hate it.
"Sir!Uh, I mean ma'am! We're packed and ready in twenty!" So twenty more seconds to do something about his state of health. I'll get you for that sir later...
"We'll split in two groups, healthy ones will lead the way, while the wounded follow at a safe distance!" Naturally there will be a need for few healthy ones in the back, to help carrying wounded that can't walk. Still, putting that aside, the idea of spliting force isn't really a good idea. Then again, no one ever tought me how to lead people. Just how to read the situation.
Clock was ticking, while they organized, two groups came to life, one full of healthy ones, and the other a mix of wounded, and few healthy ones. At the end, more time passed, then it was intended.
Frak, already late.
"Alright! Let's move! - she glanced at Four-many - Keep the wounded safe, I'll help the group in the front." Kathra said, though she shouldn't be with them, not in the state of such exhaustion, where she might lose conciousness at any time.
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